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There's a war on. We don't know how anything's going to end. We just have to grasp each fleeting moment of joy as it whizzes by.
Rosamunde Pilcher
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Rosamunde Pilcher
Age: 94 †
Born: 1924
Born: September 22
Died: 2019
Died: February 6
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Lelant
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Jane Fraser
Rosamunde Scott
Rosamunde Scott Pilcher
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She put out her hand and touched his forearm, as she would have touched some piece of porcelain or sculpture, just for the sheer animal pleasure of feeling its shape and curve beneath her fingertips.
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